Chapter 115

I’m fighting with my consciousness to wake up and failing. There’s a dark haziness over me, I know what is happening, but I cannot do anything about it. My body temporarily paralyzed, and my willingness to fight locked inside my head. It feels like I’m dreaming, and all pain and fear have slipped aside. I can hear harsh whimpering mewls coming from somewhere and realize it’s my own voice. My inability to fight back and the fear inside me blow up dramatically, but I have no strength or courage to do anything.

He is carrying me toward the stairs, effortlessly taking me from this house with an aura of satisfaction; my limbs are heavy, and I have a slow, tingling sensation coming into my fingertips. I’m sure I will throw up, the beginning of retches and jerks of a stomach getting ready to empty itself. I start tingling and aching in my legs as I realize my body is coming out of the shock that his assault placed it in. I’m slowly, so very painfully slowly, able to move my fingers,